Tag Archives: poetry

3 Unrelated Poems Written During Hurricane Maria

Posted on October 4, 2017 by

“The wind raped my Basquiat-covered walls. . .” Continue reading →

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King of Shame (poetry + photography)

Posted on April 4, 2017 by

  The King of Shame takes a bow, contempts his whores as nighttime cash-cows. They think he cares, but he abhors those he lays at the seashore on a foul mattress with distressing springs left with a scent and a one-night fling. … Continue reading →

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Panzer Man

Posted on January 31, 2017 by

New poem by Stephen Earley Jordan II 1/31/2017. Continue reading →

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A Reflection: Manufacturing Poetry

Posted on April 27, 2016 by

I knew I couldn’t do it. But I tried. I tried my damnedest too. April was considered to be National Poetry Writing Month with the goal of writing one poem per day. I couldn’t do this. During this past month … Continue reading →

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You Should Have Been a Serial Killer (10 of 30)

Posted on April 10, 2016 by

You should have been a serial killer with the ways you stalked me like herpes at prom, disappearing like Houdini, reappearing from nothingness. I was never impressed. I needed you to go. Get gone. You should have been a doctor with your callous … Continue reading →

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Anschluss (8 of 30)

Posted on April 8, 2016 by

Fanatical man– Blood on concrete remains here. Raise your flag. Fly high.   [This is #8 of 30 poems written by Stephen Earley Jordan II  for a National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). The object is to write one poem per … Continue reading →

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Poetry and That Dark Place

Posted on April 7, 2016 by

My old license plate read: POET. Driving around was always a pleasure–everyone would speak with me at traffic lights and say they were supposedly a poet, too; or, could I recite a poem to them (as if I always had … Continue reading →

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